“A people fired with love of their country and of liberty, a zeal for the public good, and a noble emulation of glory, will not be disheartened or dispirited by a succession of unfortunate events.”

Remember all Men would be tyrants if they could.

But such of you as wish to be happy willingly give up the harsh title of Master for the more tender and endearing one of Friend.

Great learning and superior abilities…will be of little value and small estimation unless virtue, honor, truth, and integrity are added to them.

How difficult the task to quench the fire and the pride of private ambition, and to sacrifice ourselves and all our hopes and expectations to the public weal!

Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the Husbands.

The parent of slavery, ignorance, and barbarism, which places man upon a level with his fellow tenants of the woods.

I desire you would Remember the Ladies, and be more generous and favourable to them than your ancestors.

Humble indeed, when compared to the Palaces you have visited, and the pomp you have been witness to.

But like them, may we learn by defeat the power of becoming invincible.

Posterity who are to reap the blessings will scarcely be able to conceive the hardships and sufferings of their ancestors.

The world perhaps would laugh at me, and accuse me of vanity, but you I know have a mind too enlarged and liberal to disregard the Sentiment.

Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of husbands. Remember all men would be tyrants if they could.

You cannot know, should I discribe to you; the feelings of a parent . Four years have already past away since you left your native land, and this rural Cottage

My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.

The reins of government have been so long slackened, that I fear the people will not quietly submit to those restraints which are necessary for the peace and security of the community.

The habits of a vigorous mind are born in contending with difficulties.

This poem began as an emulation of Siqueiros’s compositional style and, in the process, became an ekphrastic aubade about my old neighborhood.